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INDABA 10/10/2003
 

 
 

THE " GREATEST " INDABA

FOREWORD:
This Indaba was the most intense, and special occasion that I have ever experienced.  We attended a ceremony, conducted by a white man, to "send over" or "free" the spirit of a black man.

This Indaba, with all of it's intensity, showed the sensitivity of some of us to the spiritual wishes of others, regardless of race or colour.

THE INDABA:

(for sensitivity reasons, we cannot give explicit details as to the site of this Indaba. Those who attended will understand, and hopefully agree to this special silence.)

We met at the designated meeting place along the Bruce Highway... Hours seemed to pass as we watched each vehicle, hoping to see one of our group....

(It is absolutely amazing how much traffic traverses that road.....)

As the sun eased it's way down towards the west, the last of our group arrived, and we made off towards our destination....  

Our vision in our rear view mirrors, was of a huge storm, brewing itself larger, and following us ....

We continued on... a convoy of wonderers, believers, and just interesred people, all converging, to become a group who would experience something special.

We arrived at the old forestry complex, and set about doing the menial things like setting out out sleeping bags, and putting the kettle on....

As the evening progressed, we all waited, our bodies tinglng with excitement at
the thought of that which would occur later...
The storm, as we saw it, was huge, but it ceased to  follow us, and made it's way elsewhere, creating it's havoc in other areas...

The full moon signalled the "mass movement" to the rock.

We all squeezed into various 4WDS vehicles  to ascend the mountain....

On arrival, we chose our "body painting", with some choosing to don the full, upper body painting of the mourning male aboriginal, and some choosing the facial painting of a visitor....

We assembled on the "ROCK" and began a ceremony to free the spirit of Dhakanguini, (David) the grasstree boy....

Brett led the ceremony, and we all followed, enthralled by the "depth" of the spiritual needs of "David"............................

Suffice to say, that the ceremony was a success.....   David, Dhakanguini, the grasstree boy,  was freed from his earthly bounds, caused by the calous actions of those who had no interest, nor care for the spiritual wellbeing of another.....

Those of us who attended, and participated in this ceremony,  ALL experienced something special.... Be it the full moon shining at the "right time", or the Winds of Departure, showing their ability to switch direction.........

The interesting point is, that all of us were "white"....... yet we were all so intent on seeing the spirit of Dhakanguini off to the skyworld, where he belonged....
(maybe there is more to "racial problems", attributable to socio economic problems, and that if we "limit" our thoughts to things "spiritual",   then the tensions, and "attitudes", would melt away into a life of understanding and brotherhood........ )


We were SOOOOOO happy after the ceremony that, once back at the camp, a "holiday" atmosphere prevailed, and we laughed, and chatted, and munched, and   had a "white man's wake",  but the underlying thoughts were for David. 

"He is Free" ...
"The Ancestors have him with them"....

Some other "interesting" events occured that night, but for now, will stay unsaid, until those who had the experience, give their permission to relate the tales...

At an unseen signal, we all retired to our sleeping bags, only to have a disturbed sleep, (blamed on those of us who snorred....)

The next day dawned bright and wonderful...

We breakfasted heartily, and decided to make our way back up the mountain....

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Climbing....

The big tree...

We stopped at the "Goanna Spirit tree" along the way, and learned of it's significance....

Then we headed right to the top of the range to view a piece of history....

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At the Hut

Still at the hut....

 

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In the BUSH

Needing space....

The hut stood strong and defiant as a symbol of the enduring nature of Australian timber.

Although many of us had been here before, the events of the night before, gave us a new sense of awe at that which we were seeing.... The material remains of a man who was so far ahead of his time....  A man with tolerance to those of other cultures.... A man with a desire to learn, not condemn... A man who had compassion, not hate or fear, of other cultures...  A man of true spiritual nature, yet with a pioneering spirit.

This was truly a spiritual experience.

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